Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
CREW
“You two remember last time we were in this truck together?” I say as I pop a Famous Amos cookie into my mouth.
“Yeah, Mal, you tried to make a coat with some asshole’s skin.”
I laugh, deep and maniacally. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you dumb fuckers, I didn’t do that.”
“Well, you have now,” Wrath adds, and I bark out another laugh. Rogue’s head whips in my direction.
“No, he didn’t. He skinned someone?”
“Garrett. Managed to keep him alive for most of it, too. It was impressive.”
“Jesus Christ. You guys were busy while I was gone.”
I pop another cookie in my mouth. “Not everyone can live a cozy life in Aspen Ridge with their kindergarten teacher.”
“Shut the fuck up, Mal. She’s more than a teacher. She’s fucking everything.”
“Oh, we know, maybe we all wish you came around more often.”
“I see you two weekends a month! Not to mention any of the in-between you all need. Don’t give me that shit. And when did you become so in touch with your feelings?” he snaps, making me laugh. I love pushing their buttons.
“He got soft when he found Monroe, in a fucking mortuary of all places.”
“Jesus Christ. Well, that tracks. Is she as morbid as you are?”
“No, surprisingly. Just been through some shit and loves all my broken pieces.” I crumble up my trash and put it back in the grocery bag.
“How are things going with Kinsey, anyway?”
“Incredible. We’ve been babysitting our goddaughters a lot. Her brother, Sawyer’s, you remember him?”
“Uh, yeah. Chaos hates him,” Wrath adds.
“Yeah, ’cause he’s jealous because he thinks he’s your best friend and not him,” I say. Rogue just rolls his eyes.
“There’s no fucking competition. Jesus Christ. Anyway, he’s got a fucking breeding kink or some shit, and he won’t stop knocking up his wife, Ivy. Which is fine, ’cause Kinsey and I are getting a lot of practice with babies by having them all around the family. Hoping for a baby of our own.”
“No shit, you want to be a dad?” I ask.
“Yeah, Kinsey wants a few, and I want to build a family with her. Plus, the baby-making process isn’t a hardship.”
“Fucking is never a hardship. Where is this fucker, Wrath?” I say, just as a set of headlights pulls up in front of us on the side of the road. The three of us nod at each other, checking our guns, and then climbing out.
Saint steps out of the driver’s seat, with two other men getting out of the SUV as well. I don’t see the woman yet, but that doesn’t mean she’s not in there. But that doesn’t mean she is, either.
Wrath feels more confident than I do because he marches forward, meeting them in the middle.
“Saint,” Wrath greets.
“Wrath, Malice. This is Deacon and Creed.”
We give them a head nod. “This is our road sergeant, Rogue.”
I watch the three of them closely, and I know Rogue is doing the same. The two men flank Saint, and there seems to be something deeper there than club brotherhood. They’re just as on guard as we are, but they don’t seem like a threat.
“Your president agreed to take her under your protection?”
“We wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t. She’ll be safe with us.
Both Rogue and Malice’s women live at the clubhouse, as well as two others.
Patch bunnies are all there of their own free will and all under our protection.
No harm will come to your sister while she’s with us.
You have my word.” My word. My eyes flick to Wrath for a brief moment.
He should be speaking for the club, not just himself.
“This isn’t an easy fuckin’ choice, but I’m out of options.
I’ll owe you. Whatever you need, when the time comes, it’s yours.
” Saint nods at either Deacon or Creed, and they walk back to the car, opening up the back door.
A woman steps out of it, her white-blond hair striking compared to Saint’s now that they’re next to each other. Huh.
I take a duffel bag from one of them and nod. She looks fucking frightened, and I don’t blame her. But I also see a strength simmering just under the surface, like she’s pissed about the situation. Us, too, sister.
“Hey, Sienna, you ready?” Wrath says, his voice dropping slightly.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She turns to face Saint, who wraps her up in a huge hug and kisses the top of her head.
“Remember, zero contact. No phones, don’t try to reach me. I’ll reach out to their burner when I can. Stay put and be safe, you understand?”
“Yeah, I know the drill. I love you.” He cups the back of her head and pulls her in for one more hug, and I feel uncomfortable watching. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have to send someone away that I love just to keep them safe.
She hugs Deacon and Creed, and I don’t know why that surprises me. The three men really do give off something deeper than brotherhood, but I can’t put my finger on it. It’s not sexual, it’s just a connection that seems deeper.
I’m annoyed that we don’t have Cain, but I know someday, he’ll get what’s coming for him. At least we gave Garrett what he deserved.
The four of us walk back to the van and climb in, Rogue taking the wheel this time, and me in the passenger like usual. Wrath gets into the back with her, and Rogue pulls onto the road, taking a sharp U-turn back toward Amberwood.
“Put your goddamn seatbelts on,” I snap when I realize none of them have theirs on.
“When did you become the seatbelt police?” Rogue asks.
“When someone close to me taught me how important they are. So fucking wear them, or you’ll get my fucking knife next time.”
“You’re fucking insane, Mal. But, okay.”
When we arrive back at the clubhouse, I’ve got a one-track mind and head right into my dungeon, stripping myself of my clothes as I go. It’s late, and I’m sure Monroe has been sleeping for hours by now.
I creep easily into our room, hiding in the shadows, finding my sleeping woman in our bed . . . naked. Just as she should be. She left the bathroom light on for me, the door cracked just enough to illuminate her like a beacon.
The sheet is draped over her body, but one of her bare tits peeks out.
My mouth waters at the sight of the perky, pink bud.
I slowly pull the sheet back, exposing her naked body to me.
She’s so fucking sexy. I’ve watched this woman at work, at home, while she sleeps.
I’ve seen her play with herself multiple times, but I’ve never snuck in and played with her while she sleeps.
The thought alone stirs something deep in my stomach, my cock rising to attention and throbbing like a desperate asshole. My eyes roam over her body, all sharp lines and delicate features. She’s a work of art.
Monroe shifts slightly, her leg spreading as she lifts her knee outward.
I delicately comb the tuft of hair at her pussy, as I drop to my knees next to the bed.
My mouth finds her nipple, lapping ever so gently until it’s a stiff peak.
When she doesn’t wake up, I take my chances, leaning forward and dragging my tongue through her slit.
I’m licking her sideways, and this angle gives me a new way to explore her.
Monroe stirs slightly, her hips moving ever so slightly as I gently tease her clit, slowly working her up. It’s so fucking hot, her body responding to me, even when she’s dead asleep. I swipe across her slit, lapping at her lower lips, giving her just a bit more pressure.
Her pussy starts to weep, and too tempted not to lick it up, I dip my head lower, stuffing my tongue into her hole, fucking her with it. Monroe starts to wake, her legs shaking, little mewls escaping her lips.
“Crew,” she moans, her hands scratching down my back. “Let me taste you.” Fucking hell, woman. I quickly shuffle us, pushing her further into the bed as I flip her on her side. I lay next to her, upside down, and get us positioned as easily as possible.
I grip her smooth thighs with both hands, stuffing my face into her pussy, as she feeds my cock into her warm mouth.
She sucks me down her throat like she’s done it a million times, even though she’s only done it once before.
It feels so fucking good, her sweet tongue flicking at my piercings, rubbing the underside of my head.
I lick down her slit, all the way to her ass, rimming the puckered hole with the tip of my tongue.
Her arousal continues to leak from her pussy, and I lap it up like I’m starved for it.
Her moans flow freely against my length, the vibrations shooting up my cock and into my balls.
Her perfect little mouth feels so good wrapped around me like this, especially when I’m suffocating between her luscious legs.
I move back up to her clit, taking two of my fingers and sliding them inside her, curving up toward her belly button.
Her hips buck and her legs shake around me.
Goddamn, I’ll never get enough of her taste, her scent, the feel of her in all ways.
I never knew sex could be so much more than a physical release, but this?
Every single thing Monroe and I do is a connection; it’s so much deeper than a meaningless fuck.
I lick her pussy, rubbing my fingers against that sweet spot inside her that has her toes curling and legs shaking. I feel the moment she starts to come, her velvety walls tightening around my fingers, fluttering and spasming as her clit swells against my tongue.
I’m right behind her, my balls drawing up, a tingling sensation working its way through me as my cock hardens further. Then I’m spilling inside her mouth, my eyes closing as she wraps her lips around the head and sucks, her hand jerking up my length in tight strokes.
Monroe takes me to the fucking stars with her.
When we’ve both come down, I move back up to face her, gripping her face in my hands and capturing her lips. I kiss her sweetly, the taste of our cum mingling between us. It’s perfect.
“I love you, Monroe. You’ve given me so much more than I could ever ask for. Thank you for loving me.”
“You never have to thank me for loving you, baby. You’re my person. You’ve given me just as much. We may look like opposites, but we were both walking through life the same. We were made for each other.”
“I’m glad you think so, pixie, because I’m never letting you go now that I’ve found you.”
I drop a kiss to her forehead and pull her into my chest to sleep. Then I look up at the sky and send Rolo my thanks for one last gift.